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Jan 7, 2012:Sleepover at Liliana's.

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LaLaLand
Hoo.


Dear diary,, Sat-dayy *o7o112*.



Diabolical December. 
Saturday.
Lily went back to sleep. >.<

Sleepyhead. Someone's playing Canon in D on the piano around her area.


I don't know what to feel.
Don't know what moves to make.

Neither goals nor directions for the current here & now.
No pursuit. Just an empty vessel. Numbed.



So if you're on my twitter.. you'd know I have been M-ing.In.A.
Plus being on sick leave which was prolonged so a whole week passed just like that.
*Disclaimer: Nobody was forced to read this biography of constant crap.
Either leave now or forever bite your tongue.


From now on, I tolerate no nonsense/drama with it's pillars built on content
rummaged from this site. There's none recently but.. I feel like I'm preparing.

For war.

I am my own army & the world is a hindrance.



If you were wondering why I walk these days with my head down.

Because I feel foreign. I feel alien.

& it's nothing personal.

You're shut out.




A moment's grace in solitude.
My own fort made of bubble bricks.







 TalkingToStars. 



LiLMiss[V]exatious

SyidahAinVeeJr.; 10:44 AM



♫|Nostalgia| |Melancholy|♪